SMUDGES
There is a pile of dirt..
Far from here..
Well, more a pile of trash..but,
Zoom in close..
Look into this mound,
Of brown,
In the smudges a bit of color..
Rises one single flower..
Beauty in a lonely hour.
There is a city..
One of many..
Walls grown round us.
Zoom in closer.
Look into the bricolage of dingy man-makings,
Shapings..
In the smudges,
Between colorless walls,
Rises a full orange moon...
Beauty in concrete swoon.
There is a child,
Near to you, near to me..
Not quite right.
Zoom in closer,
Looking into the eyes of brown, blue, green..
In the smudges that surround them..
Rises a smile,
Beauty with no guile.
There are smudges in this world darkly..
Smudges with no compare..
The beauty sweet, now rare.
A smidgeon of vision starkly
Face behind a wedding veil..
Truth behind the smudges
Gives rise to the beauty of a different scale.
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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